Note.
This is final part of Mark and Glenn's story. I'm sorry if it reads a bit like a MM romance novel, but it's how it came out of my head.
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Late on Wednesday afternoon, I was busy planning somebody's kitchen when my phone beeped.
Before I picked it up, I knew it would be Glenn, asking if he could come round. I typed out the answer, but before sending it, I walked over to the window.
Down in the yard, Glenn was standing at the back of his van, taking out packaging from the job he'd been on.
I pressed send and watched as he took his phone from his pocket, checked the screen and smiled to himself, before carrying on with his clearing up.
Glenn's midweek visits had been happening for a while now. He didn't stay over, just had a meal and sex, not necessarily in that order and I wondered which one it would be tonight.
Glenn and I had come a long way from the aggressive young man I first encountered. I would go as far as to say we had a relationship, even if it was a secret one.
Having stopped drinking to excess, eating proper food when he was with me, not to mention regular sex, had all improved his already good looks and his mood.
At work, the girls had commented on the change in him, convinced he'd found himself a girlfriend at last.
When he arrived tonight, immediate sex was on the agenda and after kissing me hello, he almost pushed me into the bedroom, pulling off his sweater and unzipping his trousers letting his cock hang free.
I dropped to my knees, eager to get his thick rod in my mouth and sucked him to hardness, before he hauled me up and turned me around.
When he pulled down my sweatpants, and found I had on no underwear, he gave a little whoop, then pushed me over the bed.
His tongue licked all the way up my crack as he held my cheeks apart and soon his face was buried between them, the tip of his tongue poking its way into my hole.
I still couldn't believe how much he loved doing this to me, nearly every fuck now began with Glenn rimming me, sometimes for ages, before I got his cock.
Tonight though, he was keen to get inside me and shoved his cock right up my back passage in one great thrust, making me release a grunt when he was all the way in, his groin pressed against my arse.
He fucked like a madman, pounding into me, his thick shaft feeling massive in my needy hole, till he shouted out and sent his usual huge load shooting up me, warming my insides.
We didn't get dressed again for the rest of the night, but ate shepherd's pie naked in bed, then talked and watched a bit of tv.
Glenn's hand crept to my cock and began stroking me slowly to hardness, as his mouth found mine, kissing me deeply, his hand busy on my cock, till he brought me to orgasm, my cum flying up in the air, splashing over both of us, as I pumped my hips against his hand.
He bent down and licked some of the liquid running down my chest, then came in for a cum flavoured kiss.
I could have stayed like that for ages, but we both had work in the morning, so did the sensible thing and cleaned ourselves up and said goodnight.
Although I quite liked these little midweek encounters, I was already looking forward to another weekend of Glenn's company.
Friday night came and the takeaway was pizza. For once Glenn wasn't desperate to fuck, but seemed to be content just relaxing on the couch as we finished the wine, talking about anything and everything, with some music playing in the background.
He just looked so chilled and content compared to a few weeks ago.
In bed, he snuggled against me, albeit with a hardon and ran his hands over my body, exploring and caressing. Then we slept.
He made up for it in the morning though, when I woke with his cock pushing at my pucker, demanding entry. Lying together like spoons, he entered me slowly till he was as far inside me as he could possibly get.
Even then, he pushed forward as if he could get even further.
I held on to the hand he had placed on my chest as he thrust against me, his thick shaft filling me and penetrating deep inside.
With short sharp action of his hips, he ploughed my hole, faster and faster, till I felt his cock swell and his hot juice gushed out, flooding my insides, as his hand gripped my pecs.
When he pulled out right away, I felt empty, but he slid on top of me, frantically kissing my mouth and wrapping his arms round my back to hold me close.
Then he lay there on top of me, his head resting on my shoulder.
"Mark, why does this feel so right?"
I put my hand on his head.
"Because it does."
"Oh very profound."
We lazed around for a while, got up and had a leisurely breakfast, then went out for papers and croissants.
As we walked up the hill, Glenn turned to me looking slightly nervous.
"We could have our elevenses in the coffee shop, if you want."
Inside, I was going 'yes!' but kept it casual.
"Good idea, we can read the papers there and they do massive Danish pastries."
So we settled into a corner leather couch with cappuccinos and pastries and shared out the papers.
We were halfway through, when one of my neighbours came in and I introduced Glenn as my friend. We chatted for a few minutes, then he ordered a takeaway coffee and left.
Glenn looked a bit uneasy and let out a big breath.
"Glenn, you don't have a sign above your head that tells the world you're fucking me."
He half smiled.
"No, you're right. This is just a new experience for me."
After our little adventure out for coffee, we spent the afternoon working in the back yard again, painting the shed and putting up trellis for shrubs.
We were happy pottering around together in the sun and occasionally Glenn would pass me, patting my arse or just laying a hand on my shoulder as we worked and I found myself coming back to thinking about how great it would be if he was here permanently.
Late afternoon, we stood back and admired our handiwork, then headed in to clean up.
We shared the shower, something else Glenn was now into, washing the dirt off each other, while running soapy hands over each other's bodies and I felt Glenn's hard cock press against my arse as he washed my back.
I put my hands flat on the tiled wall.
"Go on, ride me."
As I turned down the water a bit, his pole slid easily inside me.
He felt rock hard, embedded there in my hole and he began frantically pumping his hips against me, his hands sliding round to play with my nipples and caress my stomach.
The warm water trickled down over us, as our wet bodies made a slapping sound, every time Glenn rammed his cock inside me.
He increased his thrusts, his hands gripping my nipples, which was a beautiful torture. He groaned.
"You're going to get your hole filled any time now. You ready?"
"Oh fuck yes."
He slammed into me once more and I felt his hot man juice shooting way up inside me. He jerked a few more times before wrapping his arms tight around me and kissing my neck.
Now that I wasn't being slammed against the tiles, I put one hand behind me and held the back of his head.
"That was bloody great."
Eventually we got round to having dinner, grilled chicken with baked potato and our usual bottle of wine, then stretched out in the lounge, close together on the couch.
We were supposed to be watching a film, but I don't think either of us were giving it close attention.
I'd opened his shirt and was idly stroking his hairy chest, while he had an arm round the back of my neck, his hand resting on my shoulder.
